Paroles officielles de la chanson «It's The Little Things We Do (Instrumental)» : The Zutons

Paroles officielles de la chanson "It's The Little Things We Do (Instrumental)"

Well I woke this morning with a tear drop in my eyeBecause last night it fell like the best night of my life Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides And I don't understand why my brain wants to die I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters I had bits of my lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers

It's the little things that we do when you go out in the night And it's pay day today just for having a good time As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive Why do I feel like death for having a good time

So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language It says "don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach" And I break on down and cry why do good times turn to bummers

It's the little things that we do when you go out in the night And it's pay day today just for having a good time As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive Why do I feel like death for having a good time